82: Chapter 82 Revenge

Chapter 82: Revenge

Since Dong Hu had already said that, how could everyone present let him go?

Half-teasing and half-curious, the crowd swept him along to the training ground.

This was a training ground built by Feng Bo and the others.

The ground was simply leveled and compacted, about the size of a football field, located right here at the residential area stronghold.

The training ground was a place specially used to train the militia and Guard Team members in combat skills.

Although the conditions were crude, there were also several large logs used for weight-bearing exercises.

"This one, this one!"

That rascal Xiang Nan was quietly wicked; having just been taught a lesson by Dong Hu, he immediately pointed at a large log.

That log required about one person to wrap their arms around it and was about two to three meters long, making it one of the larger logs in the training ground.

Each log had a weight label on it, and this one weighed over five hundred catties.

Generally, a limit breaker who had just broken through their physical limit had a normal-state strength of around three hundred catties; even with a slight enhancement, it was only around four hundred catties.

A weight of five hundred catties would probably require a limit breaker to hone themselves for a long time, continuously enhancing their physical fitness.

Dong Hu glared at the kid and said with a chuckle, "You motherfucker, bring it on!"

Dong Hu stripped off his camouflage jacket in one go, revealing the black vest underneath.

His well-defined, muscular physique looked like the gnarled branches of an old tree.

He strode up to the wooden pile, wrapped his arms around it, took a deep breath, exerted force from his waist, and instantly lifted the large log, hoisting it onto his shoulder.

His eyes lit up slightly.

Although the weight on his shoulder was heavy, it seemed manageable and hadn't reached his limit yet.

With a loud roar, he started walking with large strides.

Although the log was heavy, his shoulders did not tilt or lean; clearly, five hundred catties was still within his strength control range.

Xiang Nan widened his eyes and muttered, "Goodness me, this blood vine fruit seems even more formidable than the enhancement potion."

Xu Yan on the side was much calmer.

Hearing Xiang Nan's muttering, he shook his head: "Brother Dong was already robust to begin with, and he was someone close to a single limit break. Eating the blood vine fruit naturally results in a stacking effect."

When Xu Yan said this, a flash of fiery eagerness flickered in his eyes.

No matter what, even if Dong Hu had a good foundation, the effect of the blood vine fruit was visible to the naked eye—not only did a single one break through his limit, but the increased strength was also quite substantial.

In this apocalyptic world, no one did not crave strength.

No matter how calm Xu Yan was, he was still a person who craved strength.

Not only him, but Xiang Nan, Ren Chuan, Qu Ling, and the Guard Team soldiers training nearby—which one of them didn't have eyes gleaming with the desire to grow stronger?

After Dong Hu conducted some tests with everyone's help, it was discovered that his normal-state strength was around 400kg.

This level of strength was by no means small.

Compared to Feng Bo's strength, which hovered around 300kg after using the enhancement potion, he was already stronger than those soldiers who had just broken their single limit.

But compared to Dong Hu, he was still a notch weaker.

The strength of a conventional secondary limit break soldier was around 800kg, only 400kg more than Dong Hu.

After Dong Hu finished the test, everyone witnessed his changes.

Everyone's gaze turned fiery.

The Blood Vine Corpse Tree before them was not some corpse-eating monster tree, but a golden tree, a tree of life, far more precious than gold.

Ren Chuan, who was in charge of supplies, couldn't help but inquire of Wang Ting, "How often can the Blood Vine Corpse Tree bear a fruit?

Is it calculated by time, or by monster corpses?"

This question was not just what he wanted to ask; almost all Guard Team members wanted to ask it.

The more fruits it bore, the greater their chances would be.

Wang Ting naturally understood what they were thinking and didn't hide it.

Instead, he wanted to use this to mobilize their enthusiasm.

Through the perception of Plant Growth and Plant Control, he calculated in his heart the amount of transcendent factors consumed just now and the changes in the Blood Vine Corpse Tree, and then said, "If the monster corpses are sufficient and can provide enough transcendent factors and flesh, then half a month will yield one blood vine fruit.

If I personally accelerate its growth, it can be shortened to 3 to 5 days."

"What if the corpses are not enough?"

"If the corpses are not enough, and it only relies on slowly drawing transcendent factors from the soil and surrounding environment, then the time will at least double, and it can only bear one blood vine fruit a month."

Ren Chuan widened his eyes, a look of disbelief on his face: "Only three to five days?"

Wang Ting nodded.

"Three to five days is on the premise of me personally hastening its growth.

However, according to my speculation, as the Blood Vine Corpse Tree gradually grows larger and its root system spreads wider, the quantity of blood vine fruit produced in a single batch might increase."

Hearing this, Feng Bo wore a solemn expression and said in a deep voice, "It seems we need to make the search squad pay more attention; any Parasitic Fungus Vine we kill must be brought back."

Wang Ting's gaze fell on Ren Chuan and the others, and he urged, "Just having the blood vine fruit is not enough.

Ten thousand contribution points for one blood vine fruit is a hard standard, and none of you are exceptions.

You all have quite a few contribution points on hand; find a way to redeem them as soon as possible, so as not to delay your future secondary limit break."

He paused slightly and said meaningfully, "With me, a single limit break is not enough.

If you want to obtain more, you'll have to step up your efforts."

Wang Ting's warning made everyone tremble all over.

A single limit break's strength was not enough—that meant at least a secondary limit break, and Wang Ting even seemed to hope they would become transcendents.

The fervent anticipation made their shoulders sink, feeling a heavy pressure.

They understood that behind this expectation of Wang Ting's lay an ambition far greater than that of Zhao Kun, Fan Da, and the others.

For an ordinary sanctuary town, a leader who was a secondary limit break or even a Tier 1 transcendent was already enough.

But now Wang Ting actually hoped that even his subordinates would be secondary limit break powerhouses, or even break through to become transcendents.

Then what did Wang Ting want to become?

A Tier 2 transcendent?

A Tier 3 transcendent?

Or was he going to personally build an impregnable sanctuary city?

Although no one asked about Wang Ting's goal, they already had guesses in their hearts.

I'm afraid their leader's goal was far loftier than anyone else's; perhaps they would have the chance to witness a sanctuary city rise abruptly from this gobi desert.

Although Wang Ting didn't mention it, in everyone's hearts, the importance of the Blood Vine Corpse Tree had reached a position second only to Wang Ting in the Outpost Camp.

Ren Chuan immediately drew personnel from the logging team and the engineering team to completely fence off this area.

They built city walls where needed, set up barbed wire where needed, and erected watchtowers where needed.

Not only did they need to guard against Parasitic Fungus Vines that might sneak near the stronghold, but they also had to be on guard against people in the camp who might cause damage to the Blood Vine Corpse Tree.

Even Feng Bo's guard requirement was that around the planting site of the Blood Vine Corpse Tree, Guard Team members must be stationed in groups of two, leaving no gaps whatsoever.

With such arrangements made, they felt slightly more at ease.

Feng Bo, Xiang Nan, Dong Hu, and Xu Yan wanted to lead a team into Vine Town to continue the previous exploration and hunting, preparing to drag monster corpses back to feed the Blood Vine Corpse Tree.

But just as they were about to set off, they were called back by Wang Ting.

"Don't rush into small-scale exploration yet.

Do a big job with me and take down the Industrial Zone."

Wang Ting told Feng Bo and the others about this idea, and several of them widened their eyes with incredulity on their faces.

"The number of Parasitic Fungus Vines in the Industrial Zone is conservatively estimated to be over 2,000.

That's just the result of our people's rough observation; the number of Parasitic Fungus Vines in the factory area and the woods might be even greater."

Feng Bo tactfully advised against it, more worried about Wang Ting's safety.

Actually, as long as they slowly hunted Parasitic Fungus Vines on the outskirts and suppressed their numbers, it could be resolved sooner or later.

Xiang Nan also cautiously reminded him, "Boss, there are at least 4 Vine Skulls in there, 2 Vine Spider Nurses, and a conservative estimate of 3 Thorn Vine Beasts—just the elite individuals are enough to give us a hard time."

Among low-level anomalous entities, the strength of elite individuals was equivalent to secondary limit break warriors, and even surpassed them.

If they charged together, they couldn't possibly be withstood without heavy weapons.

Although Wang Ting was powerful and naturally not afraid, inside the Machinery Factory, there was also a leader-level individual equivalent to a transcendent's strength—the Grafted Mother Vine.

They worried that Wang Ting would capsize and end up in danger.

Wang Ting remained unmoved and said calmly, "Precisely because the hidden dangers of the Industrial Zone are too great, if we don't clear them out, subsequent searches, hunting, and farmland reclamation won't be possible."

The Machinery Factory was crucial.

With it, there would be the possibility of making farming tools and repairing cars.

If they were lucky enough and tools were sufficient, they might even be able to manufacture firearms and bullets in the future.

Wang Ting knew very well that only by wiping out these powerful anomalous entity individuals and breaking up their gathering places could subsequent plans be realized.

Only then would Vine Town become a place of exploration, making future searches and hunts by Feng Bo and the others safer and more conducive to the stable respawning of supplies.

"But Leader, you don't need to take this risk.

Although you indeed heavily injured the Grafted Mother Vine the day before yesterday, who knows if it has already recovered.

There are simply too many monsters over there, and you aren't fighting the Grafted Mother Vine one-on-one.

Why don't you reconsider?"

"Those monsters can't stop me anymore."

Wang Ting's words were very confident.

He didn't blame everyone for their hesitation and admonition; confidence was built bit by bit.

As long as they saw his power, naturally they wouldn't say much more.

Since things had reached this point, Feng Bo and the others looked at each other and nodded heavily in agreement.

However, Feng Bo and Dong Hu exchanged glances.

Although the two didn't speak, they already had a plan in mind: if something really went wrong, one would cover and the other would drive to definitely pick up Wang Ting and run; even if they died, they had to protect Wang Ting.

The two's little actions were naturally seen by Wang Ting.

He just smiled faintly, full of confidence in himself.

Following Wang Ting's instructions, Feng Bo, Dong Hu, and the others immediately gathered Guard Team members and militia members, leaving only a portion of people to guard the camp, putting together a combat squad of 20 people.

The 20 people brought plenty of firearms and ammunition, and Feng Bo even personally asked Wang Ting for the corpse hound sniper rifle, as only this thing could cover Wang Ting.

With a wave of Wang Ting's hand, the corpse hound sniper rifle was handed directly to Feng Bo.

Thus, a party of twenty drove trucks and motorcycles, leading the team in a mighty procession straight toward the Industrial Zone.